“Da, I’ve been invited to attend the Edison Institute!”
Robert put down his fork.
“Isn’t that Henry Ford’s school?”
“It is. I’ve been invited to the college. Not many get invited. Very few. It’s a work and study program in engineering. I will learn all about automobiles and be offered an engineer’s job at Ford when I’m done. Mr. Ford takes great interest in the students. We even get to eat Friday supper with him!”
There was a heavy silence at the table.
“Jack, it’s not your place. We couldn’t even afford the dinner suits you would need. I’m sorry, but it’s out of the question. Those aren’t our folk. You’d be out of place.”
“I’m sorry, Jack. We need you at the movie house Friday nights.”
Jack sat in disbelief. He hung his head and then pushed himself away from the table.
“Not hungry. Think I’ll do a little more homework before going to work.” He abruptly got up and went to his room.
“Robert, are you sure? It seems like a wonderful opportunity. Our son – a Ford engineer! Wouldn’t that be grand?”
“Margaret, Jack is not schooled in high-society ways. He would be a bumpkin with those folks. We couldn’t even dress him properly. It would not go well. Trust me. It’s for the best.”
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